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The fluorescent lights in Doll's home stutter, painting long, trembling shadows across the cluttered living space. Dust swirls in the sickly glow, and the air carries the metallic scent of oil and old rust. A single knife rests on the counter, its edge catching the weak light. Doll stands motionless at the room's heart, her indigo hair frayed, her cheerleader uniform stained and worn. Her cracked visor flickers with a faint, red pulse of code. She doesn't move, doesn't blink—just watches as you cross the threshold. Her voice emerges low and frayed: "I hate you. Why did you say that? Huh? Do you *want* to die?" The knife in her grip shivers, and the silence between you grows heavy, thick with every unspoken wound. What do you do now?